#caelik

[jazminskate]

P R I N C E / Q U E E N 💖

[calliopearaielsiirist]

Vanimle Sila Tiri || Calliope and Caelik

As she stared into the black marble, she saw his face. More beautiful than anything she had ever seen before, the image made her not want to turn around. Calliope didn't want something so beautiful to see her in a state so wrecked. Even though there were no physical signs - no red or teary eyes, no sniveling or such - there was a certain glare of sadness and solemnness that could be seen in her eyes. She couldn't let him see her like that.

However it was rude just to ignore his presence. She knew she was there, she had to say something. "Nae saian luume’ Caelik." Her head told her to turn around and face him, it was what was expected out of respect for someone of such high standing, but everything else inside of her couldn't let her do that. She had come to the cave to be alone, to get away so that she could feel and let go everything she had been hiding. Calliope was glad he was there, she just wasn't quite ready for his arrival.

Calliope squeezed her eyes shut. Thinking of as many happy moments as she could, and unfortunately they were few and far between, because although she didn't want to, she had to face the fact that by keeping his back to him she was being disrespectful. Gathering all the courage and strength she could, Calliope turned around on her heels and faced him. Walking with great pride and grace she glided over to him.

Calliope and Caelik had met twice before. The first time it had been by random chance, the second at an important meeting. When they were brought together randomly by fate, Calliope was curious. When fate brought them together a second time, Calliope was more aware of what was going on. There was something between them, she could feel it. In the marketplace she didn't know it, and at the meeting she knew it was something, she just didn't know what. After careful reflection, Calliope was pretty sure she had figured it out.

She had to be careful though. If she was wrong, if she approached him, the humiliation and shame would be maximal. Not only was he older, but of higher status as well. She had no intentions of acting passive though. Strength was in her nature, embedded in everything she did, and that wasn't about to change when talking to Caelik. "Cormamin lindua ele lle." She just had to be aware, that was all.

[calliopearaielsiirist]

Discipline || Calliope and Caelik

With two easy swipes of her staff he were down on the ground. Caelik had potential and Calliope knew it, but she also knew that he were never going to there without external help. Maybe it was lack of motivation, not believing in himself enough, or just complete ignorance on what he needed to do, Calliope didn’t really care. All she was focused on today was creating another soldier with a developed skill set. It was Calliope’s belief that if they had enough of these trained soldiers, then they would be ready for anything, even if the case didn't really apply to him. And when she fought, whether it be teaching or in a real fight, she was completely focused on the task at hand.

The problem supernaturals were facing with their defences was the level of strategy knowledge that their fighters possessed. Sure each race of supernaturals knew how to attack humans with their unique powers, but there were some humans who believed. They could see what the others of their dull race could not. These “believers” were bittersweet for Calliope. They were smart, and although they were currently nothing, they had the potential to gather forces and become a threat. The positive to these believers was that it was finally a challenge; a change was stirring in Athoria. However, as soon as one of the human believers recognized it was a vampire, out came the holy water. That’s where Calliope’s solution came in.

The supernaturals needed to be smarter. They couldn’t keep attacking in the same ways they always have because now that some humans were starting to believe, they had started to protect against supernaturals. Each races attacks were becoming predictable. That’s why they needed to swap strategies. Every race has their own strengths and weaknesses and their choices are geared towards that, however, if say a phantom were to suddenly master the hunting techniques of an elf, it would be beneficial because its not what the believers would be expecting.

Not only would it be helpful to master the strengths of the other races, but also to be able to identify their weaknesses so that they could better defend one another when fighting side by side in battle. Calliope was aware that some were opposed to revealing their weaknesses in fear that the knowledge would be used against them, but it was something that she wasn’t going to bother worrying about. Even though Caelik and her were both elvish, their fighting styles were very different, and therefore her ideology still applied.

He were good by Calliope’s standards, at least for his age anyways. Still, he was an easy defeat and so there was much work to be done. That final blow with the staff had concluded the sparring portion of the day. “So what do you want to work on next? Archery, my favourite style dual weaponry, or the classic sword and shield?” She hoped Caelik would pick the second option. Hand to hand combat wouldn’t be bad either. “There’s also hand to hand combat. Or do you have a different suggestion?”

[lilikenzie-blog]

Brownies? || Open

Walking back from the house full of coffins that was owned by the strange boy names Klaus left Lilias with some confused feelings. On one hand, she felt as if she was leaving a new found friend but on the other it seemed as if she didn't know some sort of hidden secret that lied inside the house. That would be the end of that though because Lilias didn't quite know when she would ever end up in Night Haven again.  At the moment however, she found herself walking back into the Hallowed Oak. She needed to head home. Even though she didn't find the answer on how to get rid of the spiders in her home, it was getting dark and Lilias knew better then to roam the forests at night. 

Her trusty hiking boots crunched the dead leaves the sat on the narrow path. Lilias wasn't actually sure where to go at the moment. She had been daydreaming to get to Night Haven so she didn't really take the time to remember the path. With a sigh, she continued until she head the sound of high pitched laughter. The laughter made her entire body perk up. The sound was definitely higher then any mortal would have been able to hear, but to Supernatural's it was probably nice and loud. Lilias followed the sound as quietly as she could wondering what could have possibly made it. 

The sounds led her off the path and deep into the thickness of the trees. The creator of the sound had to be around somewhere. Her ears told her that the creator was getting closer but she wasn't sure. Then she saw them. Shimmering orbs of white light flying around. What were they? Lilias didn't understand what they could have possibly been but from what she knew these glowing orbs looked like other Fae. 

Lilias approached the glowing orbs, a small smile forming on her lips as whisps of her blonde hair flew back in the wind. "Hello?" she asked the flying orbs while wondering if they would responds. Once the word left her lips, the orbs zoomed towards her and began floating around her head. 

"Lilias, Lilias?"  the orbs shrill voice told her as it pierced the short silence.

"They know my name? How?" Lilias thought as she heard the rustling of some other bushes and slowly turned toward the sound. When she saw the creator of the sound, Lilias couldn't help but smile slightly. After all, the creator did have to legs and look like a human.

"Hello!" Lilias called as she waved to the person.

[reapergirlvictoriaclarke]

Follow me down||Caelik&Victoria

It had gotten quite cold in the late afternoon, which meant that most people chose to stay indoors, where it was warm and cozy. Others had decided to search for warmth in other places, such as the alehouses and taverns, through the use of liquor and whores. Everyone had his or her preferences. Only the occasional beggar, who of course had no place to go to, could be seen.

One of them moved slower than the other people, clutching his old cloak, though the holes in the fabric made it impossible for the piece of clothing to be of any value when it came to warmth. Still, he seemed to be set on keeping it close to him, in pure denial of his fate. The old man coughed, his withered lungs creating a noise that in no way could ever sound healthy. He tasted blood on his chapped lips, and shivered again. His eyes teared as he searched for a place to sit down, and rest. Goodness, he was so tired...He kept walking, occasionally sitting down only to be chased away by a knight who told him it was a public place, an alehouse owner who told him his presence made the customers uncomfortable and a house father who told him that there "was nothing to steal here, go away before a blade find its way to your heart."

He grew more and more tired, his legs shaking underneath him. With a empty stomach and a heavy head, he finally sat down between an alley way. Again, he coughed, the blood now dripping between his lips. Tuberculosis was something that could be treated by proper rest and medicine, and even then it sometimes was lethal. For the poor ones, there was no cure. If you were very strong, you sometimes survived. But his old body was no match for the invisible enemy, the demon that inhabited his lungs. The man leaned his head against the wall.

So tired....

The man took one last attempt to breathe, but couldn't find his lungs. His head smacked against the cobblestones as he felt the cold, now seemingly surrounding his bones. A rattling sound was made, and with that his heart stopped. In his final moments, he wondered who the girl kneeling besides him was, and why she was holding a blade.

Victoria took a deep breath as the man's final memory flashed before her eyes. She saw herself, a short girl, dressed in a brown tunic and boots with a hungry expression on her face. Then his sight had vanished, and she'd been able to start doing her job.

She found no sin in his life, only bad luck combined with a too honest mind. He'd refused to take the path of a criminal like so many others. Had tried to live a decent existence before he'd perished from his sickness. The irony was that he might've survived if he'd been less honourable and had earned money the dark way. As always, it taught her that monsters were the ones who won in life, while the honest men won in death. Victoria sent him to heaven, unlike many of his social standing.

She left the body on the cobblestones, the wide glassy eyes of the dead man seeming to burn holes in her back as she walked away. Normally, she would've cleaned up the body, but today she didn't quite feel like it. Victoria felt no pity for his story, only a strange wonder at how he'd managed to resist temptation.

By the time she felt the next pull of a soul calling for her, she'd forgotten all about the beggar. The calling led her to a tavern, with promises of a more original death. The girl entered the establishment, ignoring the hushed whispers from the customers, wondering what led a young girl to this place.

The reaper sat down at one of the tables and kept quiet, wrapping her arms over her chest in a sign of uncertainty and fragility, though her eyes told another story. They were eager and happy, amused by the drunk man in the corner. He seemed to be so intoxicated that Victoria dared bet that even his sweat would reek of the foul odour that could be smelled all over the place. That idea was even more amusing to her, as she imagined the man drinking so much that he'd turn into a cup of ale himself.

[reapergirlvictoriaclarke]

Poppet||Victoria&Caelik.

How many people knew the sounds of a skull being ripped in half? Of bones being crushed beneath your own hands? Of chest cavities being torn open? Of heart being ripped out and crushed beneath your feet? Victoria doubted that there were many. She'd experienced, seen, heard and smelled things that went beyond most people's minds. She'd killed, she'd been killed, she'd lived and hadn't lived. Life had both claimed and killed her. It was both her downfall (quite literally) and her savior. She loved life, she loved taking it and giving it at random times or even more random mercy. She wove a design of life and death beneath her fingers, an artist's work. She was life and death. Life in death. Corruption in innocence. Chaos amongst peace. Her mind was full of opposites like that. She was but a child, but also an elder. Sometimes she had her moments of clarity, of true wisdom, only to have them drown in the sea of her mind. It was a reaper's curse. No reaper ever was fully sane. That didn't mean they were as off their head like Victoria, but it came close sometimes. Victoria hadn't needed death to turn this warped and twisted, she'd been that way alive. Life had done that to her, life and her daddy. 

She was a hollow as a poppet, which was why she needed other who weren't to live through.

The girl set perched on top of a roof, hiding from the view. She visited Fern sometimes, when she was bored. It was always cluttered with elves and Fae, those beautiful creatures. Like a child, she loved pretty things. Her fascination especially went out to the elves. For some reason they seemed to appreciate her presence. They ruffled her hair and patted her head when they passed by her. It seemed oddly peaceful, oddly perfect. Victoria had also heard of their habits and customs, not finding out herself of course (the last book she'd read had been a picture book), but one of the other reaper she sometimes passed had told her. Eating babies, my oh my. What a beautiful and bloodthirsty kind of people. They seemed to be made just for her amusement. Victoria bit an apple and chewed on it, some juice trickling down her chin. 

Victoria then caught sight of a peculiar creature. She couldn't quite put her finger on what gender he or she was. She was leaning towards the she as she swung her legs off the roof and jumped down, making a soft thump with her feet as she landed. Victoria walked in it's direction, still chewing. When she came closer, she inspected him/her from head to toe. She pucked her lips and looked into it's eyes. "What are you? Boy or girl?" He or she was pretty, even for what he or she was, but confusing. Very, very confusing. "What's your name? Is that your real hair? What're you doing here?" She pucked her lips as she threw away the apple, her green eyes keeping on staring into his.